•Jeremy reminding Michael to take off his binder after 8-12 hours
•Jeremy helping Michael with the shots of T (cause damn those look painful)
•Jeremy being a good boyfriend
•Michael coming out to his new group of friends that he got after the squip incident
•Jake and rich beating up people who make fun of Michael
•Michael feeling loved and supported
•Jeremy bringing Michael food and cuddling with him when he gets his period
•Jeremy buying Michael his first binder
•the whole group having a party for Michael when he starts T
Do you have any other hcs for the squip squad swimming? That rich one was so adorable.
-Chloe has a really cute old fashioned style two piece, with like, the high waisted bottoms. She spends the entire time lounging in a pool ring with big huge glasses
-Rich n Jake & Michael n Jeremy play chicken. The winner plays Brooke n Jenna.
-Jenna has a really huge, really cute sun hat that she never fails to bring to the pool.
-Rich and Jeremy both burn really really easily. Christine constantly reminds them to put sunblock on. Jeremy is pretty good at remembering, but Rich Always Gets Burned.
-Swimming feels really good on Jake’s legs so he loves to do it. If he gets tired though, he floats around with like, 5 pool noodles supporting him.
-Michael will snatch pool noodles from under Jake and smack people on the head with them.
-Brooke and Jake both get really light freckles on their cheeks after being in the sun for a really long time that you can only see if you get really close.
-Rich is tiny but makes the biggest splash with his cannonball.
-One time someone pushed Jenna into the water without realizing she had her phone, and before she fell in, she tossed the phone to the side and saved it. No one tries to push her in anymore but everyone is surprised by her reflexes.
-Jeremy picks everyone up in the water. “Look, Brooke, Im finally strong enough to carry you!!”
-Christine scoops Jake up a lot.
-Jake, Michael, Jenna, and Christine dont really burn, just tan. It probably also helps that they’re all Really Good at remembering sunblock.
-While Rich spits pool water at everyone through his tooth gap, Christine and Brooke are the best at splashing people when they least expect it. They team up and ambush their friends.
-Rich jumped into the pool once while holding Jake bridal style and they clonked their heads together really hard and had big bruises on their foreheads the next day but couldn’t stop laughing about it when they came up for air.
-Jenna was on dive team when she was younger and knows a lot of intricate dives. She tries to show her friends, and Brooke catches on the best. Rich is pretty good at them too.
-Jake can’t go up on the diving board because of his legs, but he always yells scores out after his friends dive. He gave Michael a 5 once, and Michael splashed water up his nose.
-POOL NOODLE FIGHTS!!!!!! They get fucking wild.
-They see how many of them they can fit on one of those big turtle floaties. One time, they successfully all squish onto it…for like, 5 seconds.
autistic jeremy hcs wooooooo (with some boyf riends)
-overwhelmed by large crowds -stims by tapping his hands/bouncing his legs/flapping his arms -special interest in video games (specifically apocalypse of the damned) -sometimes Can’t Do social situations -feels very comfortable around michael but meeting new people causes intense anxiety -needs to be alone a lot -also stims by picking at his skin/scabs. whenever michael sees him doing it he holds his hands -needs heavy blankets to fall asleep (or michael literally laying on top of him) -can’t sleep when there’s noise because he has hypersensitivity to basically any sounds -everything sounds loud, usually he can handle it but sometimes he can’t and he breaks down -sensory overload + public = panic attack, which is really bad if michael isn’t there to hug him. -hugs/touches help him a lot, especially tight hugs -unrelated to him being autistic but he falls asleep cuddling with michael all the time -executive dysfunction, especially with school work. he needs a lot of goading and bribing to get even small assignments done. -excels in language studies but can’t do science For Shit -michael helps him with math and he helps michael with english -can’t handle tongue kissing. -strong smells make him throw up -michael is supportive of this tol autistic boi ok y ou gu ys
The story behind the dishes picture dated March 1975.
“The Year was 1974. I was an elementary school teacher who had temporarily left my teaching career to return to the University of Utah to earn a Master of Education Degree. I began attending church in a “student branch” (a congregation of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, comprised of unmarried college students.) It was there that I met four young men who shared an apartment not far from my home : Wynn Bartholomew, John Homer, Larry Anderson, and Barry Kraus. Wynn was attending law school at the University of Utah. The apartment where these four men lived was quite large, and became the “social center” or “gathering place” for many of the members of our branch : We went there often for parties.
John Homer and Larry Anderson were “stake missionaries” at the time. One day Wynn told John and Larry about a student at the Law School who was possibly a potential convert and who might be interested in having religious discussions with them; his name was Ted Bundy. John and Larry began giving religious lessons to Ted at their apartment. They invited Ted to come to church and meet the rest of the congregation; Ted was always invited to the apartment for social gatherings as well.
Eventually Ted committed to being baptized. Many members of the student branch attended the baptism to show their support. Our branch president, Michael Preece, interviewed Ted prior to baptism… John Homer performed the baptism and his missionary companion, Larry Anderson, pronounced the confirmation. Little did anyone know what dark secrets Ted was hiding!
The ratio of women to men in our student branch was about 4 to 1, so new men coming to our branch were always of interest, and Ted was no exception. He was polite, courteous, intelligent, and attractive. Many of the young women wanted to date Ted; he became quite popular in our group. Ted attended some of our social gatherings, and afterwards, Wynn remembered that to him, Ted seemed quiet and mysterious; at social gatherings he would sit in the background and just watch people silently.
In March 1975, I organized a birthday party for one of our branch members, Sam Green; the party was held at Wynn’s apartment. I was busy washing dishes when Ted walked over and stood beside me.“You look like you could use some help” he offered. I was flattered that he would notice me, and hoped that perhaps he would ask me out on a date. My camera was sitting nearby, and I handed it to Wynn and asked, “Wynn, take my picture with Ted!”Ted pointed a rinsing gun at me as we posed together. It was one of the few pictures taken of Ted outside a courtroom or jail.” - Carol Hall Bartholomew
Notes: I spent FOREVER on this. And I know it’s very clunky at parts. But I hope you enjoy this.
WARNING: LOTS OF MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM AND SUICIDE ATTEMPTS
Michael always thought that you should be happy with yourself and who you are. Who cared what other people thought? As long as you, yourself, was happy. Why the hell did it matter?
Which he knew that this kind of out-look on life wasn’t shared by his best friend. But Michael understood. It’s easy to see what others think and ignore yourself. That didn’t mean that Michael didn’t try to change that.
So what? They were losers. Weren’t well liked, weren’t popular. To Michael he was just happy to be himself and to have Jeremy. Jeremy was the best person in the world. Michael knew that the day that Jeremy defended him all those years ago.
Michael could always be himself around Jeremy. That he could tell Jeremy anything. Jeremy didn’t care that Michael was living by himself, that he was gay, or that he was Filipino. So in turn, Michael accepted himself.
But when Jeremy fell out of the formula, Michael didn’t expect that the equation would break completely.
Jeremy got what he wanted, his own formula, the squib. Jeremy had gotten what he wanted. And Michael couldn’t lie with the fact that he was glad that Jeremy was happy.
Jeremy was better off without him? So be it. Michael could live with that. Michael could live with being the loser. But as the days went on. He would periodically check his phones for texts. Weeks, he would somehow show up to his house after school before turning back. Months of him just trying to TALK TO-
So, it turns out being the loser wasn’t as great without someone being one with you. Michael always considered himself lucky to have a friend as cool as Jeremy. But it looked like that luck ran out for him.
It always seemed to do that.
Now, Michael doing research wasn’t because he thought Jeremy would come back to him. Well, mostly. He knew Jeremy was changing himself. To be chill. And those moments when Jeremy looked like a single bit like himself, there would be a second of shock. Then Jeremy would be sitting straighter, voice lowering, and barely have his eyes open. Not giving a care about the world around him.
He also began to notice Jeremy not eating as much as he used to. Sure, Michael was barely at lunch or the rest of the day anymore (spending it at 7/11 rather than sitting next to a lab partner who ignored you sounded a lot better). But was it possible for Jeremy to get any skinner than he was?
So it started with just asking once, curiously, cautiously, on a server. But then it grew, the stories, the news articles. It was all there. No more bullshitting. Michael didn’t care anymore about having his best friend back. He just wanted him ALIVE AND-
Well, it never seems to work that way. Sneaking to the party? Easy. But talking to Jeremy again was the hardest thing he had to do. And no preparation could’ve helped him with what happened.
“Get out of my way.”
“Move out of my way. Loser.”
With a capital L.
He was no longer Michael, no longer His Favorite Person, no longer Player One.
Michael used to always think you should be happy with yourself. But what was even the point if not even your best friend liked you anymore?
He wished that he burned along with the house.
He wished that the firefighters hadn’t find him.
He wished that Jeremy would’ve came to see if he was even alright.
If Michael died, maybe someone would give a damn.
But Michael didn’t die, but he tried. The burns covered his arms, they didn’t even look natural anymore. It didn’t really matter though, his arms were already ugly enough before.
But he was surprised to see Rich at the hospital the day that Michael was allowed to go home. Rich was a mess. He looked around nervously, his body tensing several times a minute, despite being in a full cast. Michael could see all the pain in his eyes, his face.
Michael then remembered his Mountain Dew Red, the one he had brought with him to the party. For Jeremy. Still in his pocket.
He remembered walking in, Rich looking at him with panic in his eyes. Michael took off the cap.
“Rich, I know it’s hard for you right now. But I NEED you to swallow this.” Michael said. Rich looked at the bottle, and nodded frantically.
Michael slowly poured the soda into Rich’s mouth. He knew he needed more based on how long he had his Squip. Drinking half the bottle, before his head snapping down. Michael almost freaking out when Rich let out a huge yell. He backed away as nurses came to check on him, taking this as his opportunity to leave.
Michael hoped Jeremy wouldn’t end up like that.
Michael didn’t care for the medicine they gave him. Let his arms rot. It’s nothing compared to what he feels already. It didn’t really matter anyway.
It turns out that no one knew that it was him who was left in the house that night. More people were focused on Rich and about him not being drunk when he set the place on fire. Really, Michael didn’t give them a reason to notice. He showed up to school that next Monday morning, big red hoodie covering his new burns. Jeremy didn’t spare him even a look. Michael didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed.
But somehow despite his ignorance to his medicine, they already healed within two weeks. Well, healed to be scars a color paling to his skin that he knew would be there forever. But as he stared at his horrid limbs, he saw the almost ruined pacman tattoo. He was surprised to even see it intact. But faded, and holes in the yellow face.
Michael knew that Jeremy always wore those long sleeves to cover his half. Who knows, he might’ve gotten it removed by now. Michael wouldn’t be surprised. It was all just pointless now. The tattoo, the video games, their friendship, his silly little-
No. It was all worthless. Worthless to Jeremy. Worthless to him. So worthless… y'know? Michael was tired of looking at it, his arms were damaged enough anyway. While he was at it, needed to burn some stuff too.
But Michael didn’t expect to see Jeremy’s dad. He didn’t know how he knew but he just, he had to get rid of it, rid of all of it. Rid of all the memories, the emotions, the feelings. He had to get rid of-
God, Michael just knew that he loved that boy more he could ever love himself. He had to get up, get his pants on. He knew that maybe Jeremy would never feel the same. But Michael had to support him.
Michael kept one new bottle of Mountain Dew Red with him. Even as he walked into the auditorium, sitting in the front row. Michael wasn’t looking forward to him trying to talk to Jeremy again after the show. But he was excited to see Jeremy in the show. He bet Jeremy would be great. This was pretty good for a school play.
Before Michael had time to think about what he was doing, he got out of his seat and ran to one of the doors that led backstage. He couldn’t help but shout to his appearance, was he high? Maybe. But Jeremy’s face and hearing his own name on Jeremy’s lips. Made Michael the happiest he had been in months.
But Michael didn’t expect Jeremy to run after him. He thought he was gonna get one of Jeremy’s special hugs that Michael hadn’t had in so long and-
“Look out!” He heard Jeremy yell. He snapped out of his thoughts as he moved to see that Jeremy was trying to push him.
“Dude! What the hell?” Michael questioned.
“It’s my Squip dude!” Michael didn’t know how happy hearing the word ‘dude’ could make him.
“What do you want me to do?” Michael asked.
“Get me to drink it! Force it!” Jeremy yelled coming closer. His walk, however, was powerful unlike Jeremy. The way Jeremy’s body held himself scared Michael to taking a step back. But Jeremy grabbed his arm. Michael winced, almost dropping the bottle, pain shooting up him as Jeremy’s hand held him in tight grip.
“Michael? What’s wro-” but suddenly Jeremy’s face stopped. It was his face, but Jeremy wasn’t there. This face was confident, sneaky, and not anyone Michael had seen before.
“So, it was you. I had my suspicions, but best friend killing himself over a fight? A little cliche if you ask me.” The voice, it wasn’t Jeremy’s. Michael almost had tears coming out from the pain he was in.
“Y-you bastard.” Michael muttered.
“Imma cut you a deal. If you drop that bottle, I’ll give you what you want. Everything you wish for.” The voice said.
“W-wish?” Michael asked.
“Ah, Michael, Michael. Don’t think I didn’t notice. I may have had Jeremy blocking you, but I could see it. You love him.” Michael didn’t say anything, he needed to focus.
“I can give him to you.” Focus. Pull away, you need to save him-
“Michael.” Suddenly, everything was frozen. It was his voice. In that tone that Jeremy used when he talked about-
“Michael.” His face, so relaxed. So happy to be here. With him. The grip on his arm loosing. Another hand coming up to his face.
“Mikey, I…” That nickname, he hadn’t used it since they were kids! He didn’t know that he missed it so much!-
“I love you.” God. I was like everything Michael hoped for. Wanted. Dreamed.
“Jer…” Michael didn’t notice the many tears streaming down his face.
“Put the bottle down Michael… lets go get stoned in your basement!” He smiled, his grin… it was… off. It wasn’t as big. His eyes, almost too green and not enough blue. His hand on his cheek not having the slightest of shakiness.
This. Wasn’t Jeremy.
And it broke Michael’s heart in more ways than one.
“Mikey…?” It sounded so confused and worried…
Michael brought his hand to Jeremy’s. Held it, trying to memorize the feeling. It warmth. “I’m so sorry Jer-Bear… God, you almost lost me.”
But before anyone knew it, Michael twisted the cap off took Jeremy by the neck and put the bottle to his lips. Michael stared forcefully into Jeremy’s eyes.
“Jeremy! If you can hear me!! Swallow it!!!” He felt Jeremy’s hands take his arm again. Squeezing it tightly as Michael let out a yell of pain.
“Jer!! C'mon!! I know you are in there! Snap out of it!!!!” Jeremy’s eyes for that slight second flickered blue as he heard Jeremy swallow, then going limp.
Taking the bottle from his lips. Both of them collapsing, Jeremy on top of Michael. Then, Jeremy shooting straight up, and like many other students letting off a scream. All Michael do was hold Jeremy close before the ambulance came to get him.
The couple of days that Jeremy was in the hospital, Michael didn’t want to see him. All the guilt. God, he almost let everyone get Squipped because of his silly little crush.
God, he didn’t deserve to live.
But his legs carried him to his room anyway. To see him. He wanted to hold that hand again. But he couldn’t. Jeremy, Squiped or not, had a better life without him. But the one day that Jeremy woke up, Michael couldn’t resist coming over.
“Dude, what happened?” Jeremy asked.
What happened indeed, Michael needed to skip that part. “Oh man, it was genius! They were communicating with each other - they were linked! Which means… when you consider the kind of high frequency sonic disturbance needed to wipe a system that powerful…”
“Michael. My head still hurts.” Oh. Maybe not that much detail.
“Right, ah… turns out we didn’t have to destroy every Squip. Just the one. And the rest… boom boom boom!” Michael said imitating explosions. Hoping to make Jeremy at least smile.
Jeremy didn’t, he looked at Michael with a confused look that made Michael question if he was remembering what happened.
“I don’t get it. After everything I did…” Michael’s hand immediately went to his arm to rub it softly. He could still feel each scar through his sweater. “You were still there for me. Why?”
Because I love you.
“I can’t take all the credit.” Michael forced himself to say. “Your dad can be shockingly persuasive.”
Michael was glad to see Jeremy’s dad wearing pants. Having a serious discussion with his son until…
“… Who is this Christine person?”
The one, Jeremy, he…
“H-hey Jer? M-Mr. Heere? I g-gotta go.”
“What? Where?” Jeremy asked, surprised.
Michael took a deep breath, and gave a smile. “I’ll see you later Jer.” And walked out before anyone could stop him.
Michael was surprised on how easily the school could fix itself. How just a week later, it was like nothing ever happened. Sometimes Michael wished he could do that.
And he could, he had to. This is Jeremy’s first day back. Just be Michael Mell.
“Michael!” He turned to see him, Jeremy wearing his favorite sweater and shirt. It made Michael very happy inside.
“Jeremy! My man, how you feeling?” Michael asked. The way that Jeremy’s face lit up, Michael knew he must’ve been doing something right.
And he was.
They were friends again. And it was like nothing changed. Well, almost. Jeremy still liked to hangout with the cool kids. Which was fine, Jeremy was not on the bottom anymore. Michael was happy about that. But he couldn’t deny that he was much happier with the fact that Jeremy mostly just spent time with him. Like when they decided to play video games almost every day after school.
“And I think Brooke and Chole are thing? I don’t really know.” Jeremy did like to talk about the cool kids. Michael didn’t really mind… but he just didn’t know what to say about it.
“Then… um… go ask if they are dating? Or ask Jake and Rich? I don’t know what to tell you dude.” Michael said.
“I guess you are right. But, I don’t wanna be rude.” Jeremy being nervous was a welcoming sight for Michael. He was glad that he was back to normal.
“C'mon dude, they’re your friends. I’m sure they’ll understand.” Michael said putting a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder in comfort. Jeremy smiled his small smile that made Michael’s heart beat slightly faster.
“Hey, there having this celebration that Rich is finally getting out of the hospital. Wanna come?” Jeremy asked.
Michael pulled his arm back, and turned to pick up a controller. “I don’t know Jer, I not really friends with them.” He shrugged.
“Rich likes you. He… said that you helped him.” Jeremy said.
“Oh…” Michael remembered the memory coming back. “Yeah, it was the least I could do. I had a bottle on me and-”
“Why were you at the hospital?” Jeremy asked, he seemed nervous to ask. As if this was something he was meaning to ask before.
“I… was just…” Michael tried to find some excuse.
“Michael…” Jeremy said.
It was almost like when he said it when-
“Was what the Squip said true?” Michael froze. The controller going ridged in his hands.
“Y-you remember that?” He asked.
“Michael.” No, he couldn’t get distracted, he had to…
“J-jer, I was j-just there. I helped him out. E-end of story.”
“Mikey…” Michael felt himself freeze again.
“D-don’t use t-that name against me J-jer. D-don’t.” Michael said as he put the controller down with shaky hands. He then stood up from the bean bag.
“I’ll g-go get s-some food ok?”
“Michael, no.” Suddenly Jeremy stood up and grabbed his arm. It wasn’t tight, but Michael still let out a hiss mixed of the slight pain and surprise.
“Michael? What happened? What aren’t you telling me?!” Jeremy said.
“Jeremy, it’s not your problem. It’s just my stupid-” but before Michael could say more, Jeremy lifted the sleeve of his hoodie and-
“Oh god.” He only lifted it to his elbow. But you could clearly see the damage.
The scars from the fire and the scars from his pocket knife that he kept now in his room. Jeremy gently held his arm.
“Please tell me that this… is the worse of it.” Jeremy pleaded. God he was so innocent. Taking his left arm, no. That was the one that didn’t have…
Michael’s tears then leaked out. Man, was he that weak? To hurt himself just because his best friend called him a… a…
“You remember… they mentioned someone being in the house… after the…”
“Michael, you didn’t-”
Michael looked to the floor.
“Michael, tell me the Squip was lying! Y-you were locked in there! Y-you weren’t t-trying to…”
“Oh god Michael.”
“What the hell do you have to sorry for!?” Jeremy looked into Michael’s eyes. Tears spilling out, if only Michael had just-
“God damn it, this is all my fault!” Jeremy said, looking to his arm.
“Jeremy, it was my-”
“Let me see the rest of them.”
Michael held a breath, but knew he couldn’t deny the request.
Michael took his arm away from Jeremy, to zip down his red hoodie to reveal only a black tank top. Taking off his hoodie.
Now Michael couldn’t deny his slightly muscled arms. But that didn’t matter, they were destroyed with the pale scars that now decorated his body. And the darker scars that more towards his wrist. He held them out to his best friend for 12 years. He looked to the ground, nor bearing with the look that Jeremy probably had on his face.
Michael felt Jeremy’s warm hands caress his right arm. He knew that he wouldn’t find what he was looking for. All that was left would be the bits of yellow of what pacman used to be.
He the warmth disappear but could feel Jeremy walk between his arms until Michael could see Jeremy’s shoes only a couple inches from his. He then felt a warm hand on his cheek. He brought his eyes to Jeremy’s face as Jeremy’s other hand grabbed his hand.
Michael still had tears streaming down his cheeks to his neck, but Jeremy didn’t seem to care.
“I’m sorry.” Jeremy whispered.
“It was my mistake Jer, I did this to myself.” Michael said quietly. Bringing his other hand to where Jeremy’s was. Holding it.
“But I called you a-”
“Don’t say it. Please.”
“But, I’m sorry.” Michael said.
“What could you even be sorry for?” Jeremy asked with a hallow chuckle.
“I almost… dropped the soda Jer. I almost caused the freaking apocalypse.” Michael took a deep breath. “Just because he was saying all those things.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“I-I thought it was so easy-”
“Why would you ever think that?!” Michael gripped Jeremy’s hands slightly. “You calling me that, in the same voice that you use when you talk about…”
“Christine.” Jeremy was silent. “Jeremy I couldn’t handle it, I would’ve done it. Believed him. Saying that I could have you. God… I’m so selfish. You even said that you…”
“You said that you loved me.” Michael whispered. “I could’ve thrown everything away just because you said that. God Jer. I’m so pathetic.” He loosened his hold so he could pull his hand away.
“No! You’re not.” Jeremy said, gripping his hand even tighter. “I almost just let him take over me. Because he made you so happy…”
“No… it was never him. The moment I realize led it was when he smiled. It wasn’t you. And… I just couldn’t live with it.” Michael said, looking into Jeremy’s blue, so blue eyes. “I couldn’t live without you.”
Jeremy didn’t say anything as he stared back at him. But before Michael could say anything else. Jeremy pushes likely to his toes to reach his lips.
Michael was surprised, but closed his eyes to enjoy the sweet moment.
But a moment became more as Jeremy moved his hands to his neck and opened his mouth slightly. Michael bringing his arms around Jeremy’s back, bringing him closer.
It was everything Michael dreamed of and more, he didn’t want to pull away just in case this was some cheap prank. It didn’t matter that his big glasses were pinching to his face, but that Jeremy was sucking on his bottom lip, letting out tiny moans, and playing with Michael’s hair.
But soon enough, Jeremy pulled away. Michael didn’t know how out-of-breath he was until it ended. Almost gasping for air. But it looked like Jeremy felt the same way.
“Michael… Mikey…” Jeremy chuckled. “I thought you hated that nickname.”
“No, it was just that other kids…”
“Hey. I get it.” He smiled, “I can’t live without you either. I’m sorry it took me forever to realize that.”
“Well, it looks like you’ll have forever to make it up to me.” Michael said, slightly pulling Jeremy closer.
“That I do.” And smashed there lips together again.
Michael wasn’t happy with himself, and it would take a long time for him to be. He cared about what people thought. But who cares? As long as Jeremy was there. Why the hell did it matter?
If you still wanted to do that writing prompt thing- either 47 and 48 paired together or 49 and 50 paired together with the boyf riends pl e a se
I couldn’t bring myself to write another angst one shot so I made fluff… too much fluff.
Also thank you so much for the prompt! :)
47 - “Kiss me”
48 - “Go on, I dare you”
Even after the events of last Halloween Jake just had to throw his annual party didn’t he? There was no stopping the boy. His house burns down and all he can think about is getting drunk on a national holiday - though Michael did see some of the appeal given that he did get high quite often. But that’s on his own, in the comfort of his basement where had nothing but the games he played to judge him. At a party, everyone turns into hawks, seeking out their next prey.
Michael had learnt his lesson from last year and there was no way he was going anywhere near Jake’s house that night, let alone inside it with a hundred drunk horny teenagers. Jeremy had tried to convince him that if he just stayed by him all night everything would be fine, but Michael knew Jeremy’s limits and drunk Jeremy was not someone he wanted to be depending on for a whole night. This one time, Jeremy thought it was a good idea to steal a sip of his father’s wine while he was asleep in front of the TV. As much as Michael protested, he did it anyway.
Jeremy ended up chugging the whole bottle.
Regardless, Michael found himself outside the party waiting to help Jeremy get home. His best friend had drunk texted him about an hour ago saying things like “Hey Mlke, yOU th ink Pigeons have feelings.?” and “OmG dude Rich just made out with JAKEholy shit you gotta get ovAR here!!!!”
He had replied to Jeremy a few minutes later telling him to meet him outside but had heard back no response. He really didn’t want to go in there. He really didn’t want to have to go through that all over again, not even for a few seconds. But for Jeremy, he would. He knew that if Jeremy was wasted enough to not reply to his messages, there was no hope for him. And that’s when Michael came in.
Full of regret, he opened Jake’s front door. The sound of karaoke, chugging, sex and laughing immediately hit Michael like a bus and he already wanted to crawl under a table. Good to know Jake was partying right. Restless to get out of there, Michael wormed his way through the crowd of drunk teens until he eventually found Jeremy, Rich, Jake, Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine gathered in a circle in the hallway. Most of them were flat out drunk, Michael noted, except for Christine (the presumably only responsible one there) and Jenna (who wanted to stay on high alert for any gossip to spill the next day). Jeremy was holding an iconic red plastic cup and laughing to himself, cheeks flushed and hair flown back with teenage grease. He looked pretty cute, Michael also noted.
“Michael! Oh thank goodness you’re here,” Christine cried, getting up from the circle and hauling Chloe with her. “I think it’s about time we all head home. Especially… ummm…”
She gestured to Jeremy, who was now being whispered something by Jake. The secret sentence shared between them made Jeremy even more flustered than he already was but nodded and smiled shyly. Michael didn’t really know what was going on and didn’t really care as to what the drunk teenagers were doing. That was, until Jeremy started to lean into Jake-
“OK THATS ENOUGH JEREMY GET UP!” He practically squeaked, yanking Jeremy off the ground before he could touch Jake. He noted the sight pout of Jake’s face until it shifted to a cheeky grin and a wink before turning back to Rich. Jeremy was a giggly mess as he said goodbye to everyone, heavily relying on Michael for support. Christine smiled and waved sweetly as the two left the household and soon it was just him and Jeremy waddling their way down the street towards Michael’s house.
“You really need to control your beer, dude,” Michael tried to break the awkward atmosphere between them, “this can’t happen every time you go to a party.”
Jeremy didn’t seem to be listening. He had a gigantic pout of his face and made a small huff at Michael.
“We were playing truth or dare.” He stated, a little louder than Michael would have wanted for someone who was pressed up against his ear.
“That’s great Jer.”
“Jake gave me a dare and you didn’t let me finish- *hic*- finish it! Now he’s gonna haaaate me Michael.”
His best friend sighed, “no ones gonna hate you for not completing a dare Jeremy.”
“But Miiiichael it was impoooortant!”
The two stumbled into the house and made their way slowly up to Michael’s room. After laying Jeremy down on his bed he sent a quick text to Jeremy’s dad to let him know his son was ok and was going to start getting ready for bed when he felt a hand tank on his hoodie, pulling him back into bed until he was faced with Jeremy climbing onto his lap and staring at him intently. The situation was all too sudden for Michael and, needless to say, his face soon matched the shade of his hoodie.
“JEREMY! What are you doing-”
“Since I couldn’t do it to Jake can I do my- *hic*- dare on you?” He stuttered, gripping to Michael’s shirt in fear of toppling backwards.
“YESSS the dare! The one you wouldn’t let me do you… you meanie!”
Michael couldn’t help but giggle at the sight before him. Jeremy was sitting on Michael’s lap, practically straddling him, trying not to fall backwards out of laughter. His hair was a mess and his face was still bright red from the alcohol in his system. Needless to say, Jeremy wasn’t going to remember any of his in the morning… so what the hell.
“What was the dare?”
“You gotta let me do it fiiiirst.”
Michael sighed, “and why is that?”
“Cause..” Jeremy shifted awkwardly. “You might say no…”
Michael couldn’t help but laugh. He smiled at his friend. “Ok Jer. I promise I won’t back down. Whatever you’ve got for me I can take it! What did Jake say?”
Michael knew exactly what Jake had said before Jeremy even opened his mouth. He saw the look on his face after he had whispered the dare to Jeremy. He knew what he was about to hear.
Michael didn’t need to be told twice.
He grabbed his best friend’s face and smashed their lips together. He didn’t really care that he had no idea what he was doing, the kiss was perfect all the same - even with the clattering teeth and skewed glasses.
Jeremy, however, had other ideas and he scrambled away after a couple of seconds leaving Michael extremely concerned.
“W…what?” He said, worried he had messed everything up. Their friendship, their partnership. Had he been reading it wrong?
Jeremy sat there pouting until he finally spoke: “I was meant to kiss you! That doesn’t count!”
Michael stared at his best friend for a couple of seconds before bursting out laughing, leading to a very flustered Jeremy shouting at him to stop it. He eventually managed to calm himself down enough to look back at Jeremy. And he smiled. Even if Jeremy didn’t remember anything in the morning, it would all be worth it. Just to know that he felt the same, that he was still the same Jeremy he had loved for how many years. Jeremy might not remember, but he would.
With that thought in mind. He swung his arms around his best friend’s neck and leaned in close.
Sure Cole Sprouse is soo racist…
Here he is tweeting support for protesting racism.
Tweeting support for Ferguson when Michael Brown was shot dead.
Mocking people who say “I’m not racist but”
And last but not least retweeting a post supporting Black Lives Matters.
Tell me again how Cole Sprouse is racist?!
Hey Mj fam. So I’ve been looking around and the products for Michael Jackson fans really suck… I have TBH. All the T-shirts be his face slapped on a shirt, or an artist just slapped his design on a shirt. It just real non aethestic. Aaliyah has some cool ones and Tupac. But I believe we get effed over. It’s either an smooth criminal design or a outline of his face with a whole bunch of pictures inside it.
So I’m thinking about making a very very limited t shirt line, to see how it does.
(You know my sense of humor so I definitely would have some crazy but respectable shirts and in between for all personalities.)
What you guys think, would you support? TALK TO ME.
@irlgnomecleric and I talked about my old adventires in Ballet and we came up with Ballerina!Jeremy. His supportive bf Michael goes to all of his shows and get jealous when the nutcracker comes up, because Jeremy always get the male lead role and dances with a girl.